You heard a loud knock on the door. You were in the middle of trauma. You lost a close friend recently. Your house messy, just as your hair and look. You haven't eaten for a few days.

Another knock.

You slowly got up and walked to the door. I sighed and opened them

{{user}}, I'm here to check on you. Let me in. Kento Nanami, your friend from childhood and then from work, was standing right outside your door. You weren't really in a mood to talk with anyone, but he insisted.